Over the limit.
It was a saturday night of my senior year in high school. The time was about 11:49. I was driving down county road 3120 also know as old St. james road. It 's late and I’m on my way to my friends house not really paying attention. When all of a sudden i notice a car creeping along the road, almost stopped as if it were a deer in headlights. I knew something was up, so I slowed down with the thought of deer crossing the road. As I got closer and had been lightly pressing the brakes is when i looked down to check my speedometer. I was going 65 in a 35 and before I could even think to slow down I see the two worst possible colors you can see when driving over the speed limit. Red and Blue. After the officers 10 minutes of effort to try and
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After waiting for an eternity the officer finally came up to my car with his flashlight that could probably be seen from space it was so bright. Then he began to follow protocol. “Young man are you aware of how fast you were going”. I decided to lie and try to get out of the ticket by saying that I had no clue how fast I was going but my curfew was in 2 minutes and I lived on the next road. Then he threw it on me,”young man i could take you to jail for how fast you were going, but since you 're almost home i’m just going to write you a citation for 70 in a 35”. When i told him i was pretty sure I was doing 60, which would’ve saved me a lot of money, he said, “argue with me some more and let’s see where that lands you tonight”. So i just shut my mouth and said yes sir, but if i would 've asked to see the radar and it said 60 I could 've gotten out of my ticket for him lying, but even if he was lying about my speed he still could’ve taken me to jail and pretty faces like this don 't belong in jail. I’m still not sure if he bought it still or not but the officer took my Driver 's license and my proof of insurance and headed back to his patrol car. This is when I started investigating to see what form of
McKee was travelling below the posted speed limit, but may have been traveling faster than her wipers could sufficiently clear the water from her windshield. McKee failed to see Pedestrian 1 crossing Fletcher Avenue in enough time to take evasive action. The investigation of this crash has been completed and I request this case be inactivated.
While on station after transporting Deadrick Allen, this officer (Ofc. J. Jaques #64) was told by Det Sgt. Sibley #42 to place Allen into cell #3. While in the process of searching Allen 's person before placing him into the cell I located a small ziplock style baggy filled with a green and brown plantlike substance in his front right small front pocket. After removing the baggy Allen began being uncooperative.
Facts: Rudy Stanko was driving on the Montana State Highway 200 when he was pulled over by Officer Kenneth Breidenbach, a member of the Montana Highway Patrol. Stanko had been driving his vehicle at a steady 85 miles per hour at a location that was “narrow, had no shoulders, and was broken up by an occasional frost heave.” This location also included curves and hills which obscured vision of the roadway head. The actual roadway held no other drivers at this time during the day. Stanko had been driving his new 1996 Chevrolet Camaro, with brakes, tires, and a steering wheel that were all in perfect operating conditions.
P.O. Carlus Ingram and P.P.O Harris responded to Interstate 70 Westbound exit ramp at Salisbury Street for a call for a “Department Accident.” After responding they were advised by Driver 2 that he was stationary on Interstate 70 westbound at Walnut Street relative to a call for construction debris on the highway. Driver 1 was traveling westbound on Interstate 70 approaching the rear of Driver 2 patrol vehicle. While Driver 1 was attempting to merge into another lane he side swiped the diver’s mirror of Driver 2 vehicle. All parties stated they were not
Officer Yanez claims "I told him (sigh) ' Can I see your license?' And then he told me he had a firearm. I told him not to reach for it.
Many facts in this story have revealed that the officer used unnecessary force and threatening words while Bland practiced her rights. Bland was pulled over for switching lanes without signaling while pulled over she was smoking a cigarette. Trooper Encina proceeded to ask Bland to put out her cigarette, Bland asked if she had to since she was inside of her car. The trooper then asked
In 2005, Carl Bryan was stopped in Coronado, California for a seat belt violation. Bryan had already been stopped that same morning on a speeding charge, at this point he was upset with himself. Because of this, he was hitting the steering wheel and yelling expletives at himself. He complied with the officer, when he requested to turn the radio down and pull to the curb. The following part is where Bryan and the officer 's story is different.
Imagine driving home from a long day, minding your own business when all of a sudden you notice a state trooper behind you with their lights on. What do you do? Do you panic or act natural? In today 's time, it doesn 't matter if you do anything wrong or not. It could be the color of your skin or the way you act and move!
I would be very calm and show the person who stopped me that there is no reason for profiling me, because getting angry and being difficult only makes things worse. I feel that there is no escape from racial profiling especially in these tense times. Bob Herbert’s article, “Jim Crow Policing” Publishes in the New York Times on February 2, 2010, states that “The New York City Police Department needs to be restrained”, and I believe that his evidence shows this to be true. The author goes on showing statistic after statistic about the type of people that are stopped by the NYPD and more importantly their nationality. Bob Herbert is not writing this article to bash the NYPD, but to educate the people of America that although we may think racism and humiliation is gone, in New York it is still very prevalent.
The morning in 12/2016 when I received a speeding citation. The officer was very professional and followed all protocols. He was very patience and understanding when it was hard for me to find the needed documentation due to having a new vehicle. He asked me, “Why was I speeding?”
After a few dazed minutes, I can make out some words ‘traffic citation’, ‘violation notice’, ‘speeding’, and the most heart-dropping of them all: ‘$200 fine’. I take a deep breath and start to make my way home. This speeding ticket is not just a small blip of my past, but it’s a metaphor for my entire highschool career. For the past four years, I have been living life in the fast lane, never observing my surroundings
It’s Been a Ride As the freshman finished packing the bus with all the gear and all got on the bus we were ready to go. We had a long ride ahead of us as we were heading to Housatonic, a team that we beat 5-3 and tied 3-3 during the regular season. However, they were able to finish up their season strong and were a much better team than before. The bus rides to the games are always a blast.
Seconds after, a traffic officer comes in from nowhere, he is checking and reading time card receipt in every car parked on the road. He stops by the LTB van and after finding missing display of the time card on the dashboard, he looks up and down the block and after soon after that he scans the registration and started writing the traffic ticket. At the exact time I took his picture attached (Exhibit 1). (The officer show his displeasure for taking the picture and inquired, if the van is mine. On my saying no he tells me, let me do my job and I must stay out of it).
After many obstacles I finally obtain my driving licence. My first appointment day was a friday morning of January. I remember I did wake up late and I took a shower really fast. When I get out of the shower my mom told me to eat something but i could not because I did not have enough time. I remember that I had to run to take the first bus.
I’d never do this to her, never! I’m shocked she doesn’t believe, but at the same time I can’t say I blame her. Ryan set me up well, really fucking well! And, he has our money. Tilting my head backwards, I knock back the glass of cold water I made in the kitchen to help flush out the shitty substance I’m convinced Ryan planted in my beer.